myghad

that can't really be the color of her eyes. her hair too straight. every item she is wearing says fashion. in one hand a mobile phone she is typing into. the other hand taps a cigarette onto an ashtray. a cold coffee drink cup on the table beside her bag. i'm sure she's a nice person under all the labels. her face seems like she's bored with everything even the person she's frantically typing a reply to.

it doesn't look like she's here for a particular reason. pretty sure she doesn't have a normal desk job by the time i see her there. she is very attractive. i couldn't look away.

she looks like she has the life i want to have. no real cares just getting from one point of entertainment to the next. i'm on the other side of the glass at a fast food place trying to eat, but i can't look away.

maybe this should be considered as some sort of sin.

tebili

the little girl stood beside the lamp post in midday. the flower necklaces she was selling in one hand. the other hand scratched at her head. her hair looked dirty. in fact she looked like she hadn't washed since the last rainfall. i'm sure she's a cute little girl under all the soot. it seems she had once swiped across her face and smeared her cheek with something and it had caked on.

it doesn't look like she's trying hard to sell the flowers. probably just holding them for an older kid making the rounds while the stoplight is red. her face doesn't have the look of pain as i had expected. she looks calm, waiting. i couldn't look away.

she had a little dress that seems to have survived her activities quite well except for the dirt. the smoke and moving cars are everyday for her. the sun above beating down just as mercilessly as the rain i expect. i'm on the other side of glass sitting in a bus trying to get home. but i can't look away.

maybe this should be considered as some sort of sin.